Quotes About Serenity

I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Me parece apreciar en la muerte un reposo que ni el infierno ni la tierra son capaces de quebrantar, y me invade la sensación de un futuro eterno y sin sombras. Sí; la Eternidad.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Hope soothes me in the griefs I know; She lulls my pain for others' woe, And makes me strong to undergo What I am born to bear.

Next morning—bright and cheerful out of doors—stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely church looked lonelier.

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Güzel havalarda eline bir kitap al?r, yeÅŸilliklerle örtülü bir yeri kendine okuma yeri yapars?n...

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

The forest was almost like a garden - no brambles, no thorns, nothing to stumble over, no rotten stumps, no fallen branches, all mellow to look at, melodious to hear, every kind of bird, all singing, no awed hush, no vast echoes, just beautiful, smiling woods, not solemn, solemn, solemn like our forests. This exquisite, enchanting gentleness was perfect for one day, but not for always - we were Canadians.

I wish you a kinder sea.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?

The Ocean's Heart too Smooth - too Blue - To break for you.

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields - Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!

Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful.

The thought is quiet as a flake, —

The cricket sang, And set the sun

With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain

How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears

His gait was soundless, like the bird

I meant to have but modest needs, Such as content, and heaven;